The snow is lovely, light and deep,
But now it starts to creep.
Around the edges of wet out ice
the white stuff moves like little mice.
Pulling the curtain over our plate,
If it changes not, to rain, it will be too late.
Nature cares not one snot
If we go sailing or not.
The snow that’s falling should be rain
But the pure white stuff is the meanest stain.
We look now to our brothers south,
To check the ice, send word of mouth.
The coming cold will chill the soft
And once more go the sails aloft!
x
Chickawaukie Ice Boat Club 
that’s great Bill ! 😊 But sounds messy .
Linda was reading a book about a Saab car and told Benjamin ONCE that Hi liked them.
Now he says it all the time ! 🤣
Here here I feel your pain
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